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Rules 1. Be kind of course. 2. Tell me a short story about an ER visit that isn't negative. Keep it short so my mind doesn't wonder lol. 3. Have something under $10 I'm your WL and link it since I'm mobile and can't get to them easily. 4. US only this time. Sorry friends 5. Ends when I get out of the hospital and settle in at home.
Here's my story. So we went to the ER Thursday because Rosie is sick. Got to go home to observe and give meds but she was getting worse so we came back Saturday afternoon. Upon check-in, we were next up when a dude comes through the doors with blood all over him. I was like Hey you can go next! Asked if he needed a wheelchair. He definitely needed it! So having been to the ER a few times i knew the drill. Poor guy had a pretty big open head lac and was banged up all over. Find out he fell down the bluff! And alone had to climb back up and drive himself to the ER! Wow, OF COURSE I had to make jokes (he rolled down a bluff!) and keep him entertained while handing over his ID and drivers license to registration. I was literally playing stand-in wife. After check in I was able to stay with him a little making jokes and chatting because he said he felt like he was gonna pass out. They came and got him soon enough. That was it. I have no idea his name or anything, but it was a nice experience because I helped a stranger in need. (Rosie had her Dad the entire time). I truly believe in the pay it forward way.

Afternoon everyone!
Looking to get my A1 license to ride a 125CC around Europe this summer. I'm 18 and have a full UK driving license. I also have a bit of experience riding 125 & 50 CC's around Indonesia and Morocco.
Just a little confused with how the bike licenses work, I'm aiming to get it within the next 2 months ideally, will this be possible?
From my understanding you just have to complete another theory test (for bikes this time) then a practical test?
If anyone could clarify what the best option for me to do is, that would be great! Seeing lots of conflicting information.

Background: i’m in a middle to low cost of living area, the market is relatively hot, but with recent interest rates rising certain price points have been less competitive. There’s a single-family home that I put an offer on for 430k. The house was listed for 490k. The selling realtor did not even counter and said try again. A few weeks went by and put another offer on at 440k at this time. The realtor dropped the original listing price to 480k. At this point, the house has been on the market for nearly a month with no other showings or offers. We recently placed another offer at 450k.
In my opinion, this house is clearly over priced as it’s not dry in the attraction that other houses are in the market. There have been similar houses with larger square footage than this one, but the neighborhood in which his house and I believe is what they’re leveraging to drive their price out.
I did some creeping on the owner and they’re working through a divorce.
I’m trying to determine what type of leverage I have considering I’m the only offer an interested buyer at this point. With Summer coming, I also wonder if that will support my leverage as I suspect more house as well pop up on the market.
Curious as to this group starts on my leverage and things I might be able to do to get closer to getting a deal done. My goal and Max price is 462k.

So last night me and my bf attended his childhood friend’s gender reveal. My bf best friend rode with us since the event was 1hr away and we all live within 20-30min from eachother. I drove (civic) to my bf house and parked, and then we took his car (SUV) to get his friend and go to the venue. I needed up driving to the venue because my bf wasn’t ready to leave when we needed to so I took his car and picked up his friend solo to save time.
Anyway, none of us were familiar with the area the event was in. My grandmother and best friend both live relatively close to the event, but personally it didn’t help since the event was in a strangers (to us) house. For days and hours beforehand I kept asking my bf to find out information about the party. The invite said 3, but my bf kept pushing back the time until we arrived at 7, still appearing before his friend. So to sum that up my bf clearly slacked in the info department. But I’ve noticed that is a commonality amongst guys (at least according to other f writer on Reddit), so even thought it annoys me it not even what sent me other the roof.
We understood that my bf friend and the mother of his unborn child are not in any form of relationship. It was one of those “accidental” one night stand situations. So the event was hosted by the girls family while he was just instructed to invite some people close to him. With that being said him and my bf have always been close, basically family. Leading up to yesterday I’d been asking about who else I might know at the event, but my bf always just told me his bff only.
Well 10min into the event we are all chilling and drinking until two girls enter. Now I know I’ll sound crazy but one of them looked like a spitting image of me. They approached our area and greeted everyone except me and my bf. Assuming it’s because they didn’t know him & thus me there was not reason to take offense. The one who looked like me kept looking over at us, so I gave a few smiles to make way for approach. But then the group shifted outside to allow the smokers a chance to smoke. Absent of the girls my bf pulls me aside & tells me that the girl who looks like me is his ex (let’s call her M).
M and my bf dated before my partners previous relationship, meaning there is a whole relationship between us. However when his second relationship ended him and M rekindled up until about 2mo before we met. I learned about her towards the end of our first year dating (we been dating for 3 going on 4) after finding sex tapes they’ve made in his phone.
Immediately I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed for smiling in her face when she didn’t smile back. I was embarrassed that whenever me & my bf came near she would turn away and start laughing with her friend.
Finally we left. The 3 of us sat in the car a while before leaving trying to pinpoint a bar with good food. I noticed that less than 5min after we left, the girls left. My bf kept telling me it was a coincidence, while remaining admit that he didn’t even know his friend knew those girls.
We settled for a Mexican bar. I was talking otp to my dad outside when my bf & his bff went inside to find us a spot. By time I got inside they’d already downed two mixed drinks & a round of shots. I understood from that I was the designated driver.
We left around 1am. I dropped my bf friend off first before returning to my boys place to switch into my car. He seemed to be wide awake and sobering up as we FaceTimed my whole drive home.
I live in an apartment complex with street parking. Since it was so late I had to park a few blocks away. I gave my bf a heads up when I was getting out the car since on nights like these I stress the importance of talking to him for the illusion of safety. Well he must’ve responded “okay” before throwing his phone away bc half a block into my walk two hammered guys cross the street over to me. In hindsight it was also clear that I wasn’t in top shape either but I stumbled to keeps things together.
I had a AirPod in and kept calling out to my bf but couldn’t get a response. The two guys blocked my way to where I had to walk through them to pass. I was in the clear after for about half a block when I dropped my keys accidentally & stumbled to pick them up. That’s when the two guys begin following me, this continued for a few blocks. One was singing something intended to be romantic, while the other kept offering to help me end my night, detailing my beauty, and made soft animal noises at me.
I ended up walking past my house towards a nearby local bar to create the illusion that someone may be waiting for me. I had hung up on my bf and continued to call him repeatedly receiving voicemail each time. I started to fear he fell asleep so when I reached a more trafficked area, I pulled against a wall to check behind me. The guys had turned up the corner at the start of the block, but I waited for a while in place before back trailing. I didn’t want them to be taking a seat nearby and run into them on my way back home.
I sent a bf a few frantic text just to update him. Maybe bc I was intoxicated but I felt so scared. Mentally preparing myself for the worse case scenario I felt almost disconnected from reality. I managed to make my way back home SAFELY, and right as I enter my building my bf calls me. He tells me in an upbeat tone that he was simply out of the room. I frantically summarize what happened in his absence and his response was “Ohh I’m sorry. I’m just really drunk. I had a lot of fun tonight tho, did you ?” All I could say was that I was tired and would call him in the morning.
Anyway he called me this morning in a great mood. Wish the same could be said for myself. I really felt let down by him yesterday in multiple instances, but don’t know if any of them are major enough to risk an argument over. I woke up this morning feeling down, not necessarily sad but definitely down. I’ve never felt more confused.

I have an iPad Pro 10.5 inch from 2017. While it's still great I think it might be time to upgrade to a newer model. Which iPad do you use for your workflow and in the classroom?
I was thinking about the iPad Air 5, but I'm not sure if it would be considered an upgrade or downgrade from my current iPad Pro...
What attracts me most in an update is the new Apple Pencil 2 so that it no longer has to charge so awkward and can simply charge magnetically on the side.
What I plan to do with it: - Look up something on the internet - Answer emails - Taking notes with Goodnotes (which I don't do enough now because I don't like the pencil 1 very much) - Optionally fill in PDF documents with the iPad and cast to the smartboard at the same time - Call up documents via OneDrive - Occasionally Netflix etc.
Another thing I'm not sure about is the keyboard. The Magic Keyboard is apparently the best keyboard, but I find it bizarre that you can't fold it back to take notes, draw, Netflix ... If I understand correctly, you have to remove the entire cover?
Thanks for your thoughts!

Years ago before we even met, Bf parents moved far away from all their family, which is 5 hour, $400-500 plane ride from us. I could afford a ticket but my boyfriend cant - no worries he has not asked or expected any $ from me to help with this. The climate where bf parents live is really really hot, and they are in suburbia town, an hour or move drive to anything.
If we visited, could stay at their house, but since they have very little time off work, they would be gone on any weekdays. I also get very little time off work, and dont want to spend that time in someone elses house in the middle of nowhere.
They are currently visiting us ( only ~4th time they have seen their son in many years). The stepdad keeps repeating to me that I NEED to visit, I finally had to mention I am really afraid of flying now because of Covid (which is true - I will do it but it has to be a very motivating reason).
Tl;dr Bf parents keep pressuring us to visit their house. I can afford to visit, BF cant. I have only met them 3x, they live in a hot climate in the middle of nowhere. they seem sad nobody from their family visited their house, but they chose to move very far... We just bought a house ourselves (with my $) and have been clear we dont have alot of $. How do we get them to stop asking, or atleast stop asking/pressuring ME about visiting?

Apologies for the frequency at which this post is appearing, as I have yet to find what I am searching for. I don't believe my standards are excessively high, but perhaps I simply don't have enough time to communicate and would rather arrange a meeting if we seem to be a good match. In any case, let me share my story.
Once upon a time, there was a tall, nerd, and not-much attractive guy pero pwede na who woke up one morning, looked at the sky, and thought, "Well, this sucks." He knew there was only one solution - to turn to the all-knowing oracle of modern dating: T̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ Reddit lol.
With his trusty cup of coffee in hand, he set out to find someone who shared his thirst for knowledge, someone who could keep up with his nerdy quirks, and someone who he could eventually take on 'friendly' dates (whatever that means). He wasn't in a rush to jump into anything too serious too soon, but he knew that someday, he wanted to find someone he could build a meaningful and caring relationship with.
So if you're a fellow lover of coffee, learning, and all things nerdy, this tall drink of water might just be the partner in crime you've been looking for. Dating at times feel like a job hunt doesn't it? So I thought it’d be fun to write it in a mock format just like a resume! LOL

About me

An old soul as older people I spoke with would say, into business and investments, frustrated law student, can drive a fucking 10 wheeler truck (sarcasm towards people looking for someone with wheels), no ex issues or sabit, can provide a certificate of no relationship (kahit wala naman talagang ganon haha).

• I'm 5'10", medium built if that matters, resides in quezon city. I would say that I'm not that much attractive but would consider myself very hygienic.
  
• I'm an INTJ, Aries, if you’re into MBTI and believes in horoscope.
  
• Loves to read self-help books as I love to learn and motivate myself along the way.
  
• I'm the kind of person who doesn't follow the herd blindly, even if it means standing alone in a field of conformity. My principles are like a compass, always pointing me in the right direction, even if it's not the most popular route. In short, I'm not afraid to swim against the current, as long as it's in line with my beliefs.
  
• You could say that my communication style is like a triple-layered cake: serious, meaningful, and sprinkled with a healthy dose of humor. Sure, I may come off as awkward at times, but that's just my way of keeping things interesting. After all, who wants a bland and flavorless conversation when you can have a deliciously complex one? So, if you're looking for someone who can engage in a thoughtful discussion, crack a few jokes, and still leave you with something to ponder, then look no further.
  
• I'm what you might call a clean freak with a creative streak. As someone who's a bit OC (okay, maybe more than a bit), I can't stand to see a messy or cluttered home. But don't worry, I'm not the type to wait around for someone else to do the dirty work. I take pride in noticing when something needs to be done and taking care of it without being asked - it's like a satisfying little victory every time. And when it comes to interior design and home decor, I'm practically a pro. I'm always on the hunt for the latest and greatest tools and gadgets to keep things looking fresh and stylish. So if you're looking for someone to spruce up your space and keep things sparkling clean, I'm your go-to guy.
  
• I'm not in the business of putting people down - unless we're talking about the volume on the stereo (badum-tss!). But seriously, I believe in treating others with kindness and respect, even when it's not the easiest thing to do. After all, life is hard enough without having to deal with someone else's negativity. So let's lift each other up instead of tearing each other down, shall we?
  
• I set feasible goals and actively pursue them.
  

Here's a list of my favorites:

Movies/Series	Music	Places	Activities	Books
Godfather	Radiohead	Paris (not yet)	Cycling	The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday
Sherlock	Eraserheads	Coffee Shops	Painting	How to Win Friends & Influence People
Castaway	Chicago	Cebu	Roadtrips	Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
Forrest Gump	Ebe Dancel	Japan	Diving	Start with Why by Simon Sinek
Homeland	Urbandub	Rome (not yet)	Piano	Atomic Habits by James Clear
Before Sunset	Frederic Chopin	Canada	Travelling	How to think like a Roman Emperor
The Office	Eminem	New York (not yet)	Cooking	Letters from Stoic
Big Bang Theory	Dr. Dre	Maldives (not yet)	Film & Photography	48 Laws of Power
Breaking Bad	Elton John	Marrakesh (not yet)	Badminton	The Intelligent Investor

Pros:

• Responsible (Good credit score, no debts, no criminal records, and self-reliant)
  
• Curious type of person, who's ready to listen and craves to learn a lot of things
  
• Doesn't do drugs and is not a heavy drinkealcoholic.
  
• Respects your views and accept healthy criticism.
  
• Actually appreciating the things you'll do for me, and showing it. If you cooked a big dinner, saying thank you is nice. Doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen is even nicer, and in my opinion, should be the norm. The cook doesn't clean. If someone does something for me, I'll show them that their effort was appreciated instead of just accepting their generosity and then running off back to whatever I'm doing.
  
• Accepts responsibility for one's own actions and does not try to blame everything or everyone else.
  
• Doesn’t play online and computer games
  

My preference:

• Someone who has a strong passion for accurate and comprehensive learning, maintains a normal BMI, and is beautiful and easy on the eyes - I believe that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes (no offense intended towards plus-size women!).
  
• High standards for what she wants and is not afraid to communicate it.
  
• Craves knowledge too. Love and isn't afraid to try new things
  
• Passionate and proud about something they've been working on/have done/are planning to do
  
• Confident about what they want but isn't in-your-face about it.
  

Let's take a break from stressing over the mundane and focus on the important stuff - like what will make us happy for the rest of our lives! Share your thoughts on how we can achieve that and let's get this happiness train moving! Oh, and if you're curious let’s exchange photos first!

Just a quick question please everyone - I've upgraded my PC with new (Asus Prime - w/PCIe 5.0 M.2) Z670 mobo, (32gb) ddr5 ram and a Crucial P5 Plus (2TB, up to 6600Mb/s)
Should I transfeclean install OS to the new speedy P5 drive? Will it make a difference?
I already have my OS (Windows 10) on an old (2015) 256gb Samsung 850 Evo (2.5" sata form factor)
I know the P5 SSD is obviously crazy fast but my plan so far is to leave my OS alone on the 850 Evo and just use the P5 as a game storage drive.
[I also have 3 Seagate HDD's in there as well (2TB, 3TB and 4TB) for video capture.]
My system already boots in ~20 seconds, will it really make much of a difference? Are there benefits other than boot time that I'm not considering?

Context: About 5 years ago our 10 year old dog got out of the yard, she is registered and chipped and was registered as lost through the microchip shortly after she got out. Since then we’ve moved interstate (QLD).
Fast forward to this morning, I get a call out of the blue from a vet saying the dog has been brought in for some issues she’s been having; low and behold some person found her 5 years ago and has had her for the entire time without ever scanning the chip.
The vet assured us that because the chip had my information on it, I am the legal owner and responsible for the finance side of vet fees and the bill needs to be paid before she can be discharged. Several hours go by and a few back and forths with the vet, we end up booking same day flights to NSW to collect the dog and pay vet fees (about $1750 for vet + $250 for airfare) to drive her back home to QLD.
Get to the vet after delayed flights at about 11PM and the vet tells us that we don’t have legal ownership of the dog because the person that picked her up has held her for the last 5 years and the dog is legally theirs now, despite microchip and registration both having my information and being told we need to pay the near $1,700 invoice before discharge.
I’ve had a look online and from what I can see if my details are on the chip & registration, the dog is legally mine but the vet is adamant that we aren’t. Who is correct and what are my options besides taking the dog and legging it out of there as fast as possible (for legal reasons, this is a joke).

So where do the people aged 45-55 hang out when they want to hear bands playing the rock and grunge music of the 90s? I’m talking Nirvana, Soundgarden, Foo Fighters, Stone Temple Pilots etc. I’d even settle for some old school hip hop or new wave.
I was at Pete’s Tavern in Springfield last night and I loved the overall vibe (dive bar, friendly people, good cover band) but it was definitely geared more for my mom’s age.
I moved to the area four years ago and it would be nice to find a hangout or few to dance the night away sometimes.
I’m in Alexandria city but not opposed to driving for a good time.

Just a quick question please everyone - I've upgraded my PC with new (Asus Prime - w/PCIe 5.0 M.2) Z670 mobo, (32gb) ddr5 ram and a Crucial P5 Plus (2TB, up to 6600Mb/s)
Should I transfeclean install OS to the new speedy P5 drive? Will it make a difference?
I already have my OS (Windows 10) on an old (2015) 256gb Samsung 850 Evo (2.5" sata form factor)
I know the P5 SSD is obviously crazy fast but my plan so far is to leave my OS alone on the 850 Evo and just use the P5 as a game storage drive.
[I also have 3 Seagate HDD's in there as well (2TB, 3TB and 4TB) for video capture.]
My system already boots in ~20 seconds, will it really make much of a difference? Are there benefits other than boot time that I'm not considering?

The account I'm using here is an account I only used for viewing horrible things here on reddit. Now I'm really determined to get rid of this disease. I've been addicted for too long from since I was 12 years old. I don't want my life to get any worse. Fuck porn! I want to actually live for once! I will be deleting this account just as I have deleted every other accounts on other websites I used for viewing those and other files over 20gb on my drive. I want to become a man! I know this subreddit doesn't allow religions related content but I can't help it, I couldn't have done it without Him, it's because Him I'm being able to be this confident. I had those accounts and those videos for years, I got so low that I even recorded myself fapping to those and uploaded to places I shouldn't have, what's worse is that I'm not even an adult. I love the God and I know I need to do this to make Him, my family and especially myself happy. I've done all these and the longer jouney is ahead. People who might suffer from extreme addiction, you always have a chance, you can fucking do it! I can't guaranty that this will be the last time I view those things, but I can guaranty that I will get rid of this addiction and so can you others! So please never give up! I hope this post stays up here, I will probably be replying with my original account on this post soon.

I don't really know where to start either, so I guess I'll start by saying I am a survivor.
Through no one's fault that lived in the house I grew up in, our childhood was very difficult. It was chaotic, turbulent, and often we had no running water. Our Parents split up when I was very young and there were periods of time where my father was simply not in the picture and my mother was more often than not in her room, so my siblings and I mostly managed that time on our own. When my mother pulled herself together and managed to raise us mostly alone, she attended college and earned her degree, becoming a special education teacher. As you can imagine, raising 4 kids on a teacher's salary, one with with severe disabilities, was incredibly hard for her to do. While my father did pay child support, he didn't make anywhere near enough to really help and his contributions was hardly enough to buy food for a month. Although I'm incredibly proud of my mother for working so hard to earn her degree, it was simultaneously the best and worse thing that could have happened to us. We had been receiving help from our state for my special needs sibling, and with her new job, we lost all the aid we had been getting for him and insurance refused to cover anything we had for him before the change. Things went downhill the years that followed and without going too deep into the details, cps was involved as the situation was becoming too dangerous for us all and my sibling was taken as a ward of the state. My father at that point has cleaned himself up and had been much more involved in our lives, but very early into my teen years he had to move away from us to find more work, and my relationship with my mother had become sour due to our resentments toward each other, so by the time I'd met him, I was desperate for any amount of love or attention.
I met him in while in a dark period of my life, my high school sweetheart, my ex-husband, he was my rock. I felt like he was the only person that held any interest in me, that would talk to me and listen to what I had to say, and he always knew how to make me feel better. But things didn't seem right to me, he would often talk badly of my family, but I was so angry and hurt at the time, I'm sure I didn't paint them in the best light so I didn't think anything of it. He would want me to do things with him, even when I was uncomfortable or tried to refuse, but I'd always give in eventually because I was afraid to lose him. He'd make comments about my body and make me feel like I was unworthy because of my body hair and my shape and I thought I was ugly. He'd broken up with me at one point without any explanation and only tried to date me again after I'd started dating someone else. When we did get back together, I tried even harder to keep him, and that's when I should have known what was actually happening. His comments came up more, he was more aggressive about what he wanted, and while at that point he had never hit me, he made me sleep with him when I said I couldn't do that/didn't want to. But I stayed because I didn't think anyone else loved me and I didn't know that what he was doing was wrong. My parents and I never talked about that kind of thing and my parents were single for most of my life up up until that point, and I didn't have step parents until I was in my late teens, so I didn't know that my experience was not normal in a healthy relationship.
As we grew older and graduated from high school I discovered that he had tried dating a girl I was close with and she warned me what he said and did so I broke up with him and started college on my own, only to learn we had the same psychology class and he pulled me back in. I wasn't doing well in school and tensions between my mother and I had only gotten worse, so when his parents offered for me to move in with them, I jumped at the opportunity. The only rule being I had to go to school or at least be working, which I followed, but at that point he had quit school and was constantly either quitting jobs or just stopped going altogether, and started volunteering at a VFD, so I felt obligated to earn an income for us in order to stay so I quit school and stated working. I was never allowed to see our bank details, I was never given the login nor would he let me see the account so I never knew where the money was going, but I didn't complain because I had food, running water, clothes, and a roof over my head and that was enough for me. I know that it paid for the car insurance for his vehicle, and an awful lot of subway, but I don't know what else he spent the money on. Eventually I needed dental care, which my family and I had not been able to get much of, and he needed access to mental health services and my income was not enough to cover either of those so I married him and I joined the military as I felt I didn't have any other options. He was ecstatic, but my family took the news hard and it only caused more discourse.
After joining, things did not improve. I remember finishing up bootcamp and being so excited with how much money I would be earning, I thought we'd never have to worry about it again, and I was so happy to be able to provide for him in ways that I had not been able to before. I would be earning a free education, getting health care, and eventually maybe I could raise a family like I always wanted, but felt was out of reach for me. It was only after I graduated that I learned he spent everything. He only returned some items he had bought because one of my siblings found out and made him give some back. After the graduation he wanted to move to where I was training for my job, so he drove up with all our things and stayed in a hotel room close to base. As you can imagine, that was also very expensive. We eventually got housing, but we had almost nothing when we moved in. He got a job on base and would watch all the women as they did PT, would drink every night at home, and things only got more turbulent the longer we lived on our own. Eventually he quit his job and would drink all day and get upset with me when I'd come home from work because I was too tired to do much and I was struggling to keep up in training so I was studying late at the school house almost everyday.
Eventually our relationship broke down after I had made a horrifying discovery, something so terrible that I couldn't even look past it. At that point I had made up my mind that the marriage was over, I couldn't be with him anymore, and I left to stay with a friend for a few days. During this time I had made a terrible mistake and cheated on my ex-husband. Not because I wanted revenge, but because I wanted someone to care about me, even if it was for the wrong reasons, but it only solidified my decision. After building up the courage to go home and tell him everything, the cheating, that what he was doing was wrong, and that I couldn't take it anymore and that I wanted a divorce. I didn't even get a chance to tell him before he told me if I ever left him like that or ever tried to end the relationship he 'would be upstairs with a gun in his mouth'. He had never threated himself or others before this so I believed him and I ended up staying and keeping everything a secret out of fear of what he would do. I took apart the gun he bought with the money I had earned and hid them in different parts of the house to keep him from killing himself and I told him he needed to stop drinking, seek therapy, and either get a job or work on school/trade school, and I would seek therapy for myself. I asked for marriage counseling, but he refused and said he'd do therapy on his own. He only went to a few sessions before quitting. I went to receive services on base for my marital issues and as I started talking to a counselor, she made it very clear to me that what he was doing was abuse and she would not allow me to leave the building unless I filed some kind of report on him, and me not clearly understanding how reporting worked in the military entirely, panicked and filled a closed report on him so at least there was a paper trail. I never went back because I was in denial about the abuse and I did not think I was a victim, if anything I felt as guilty as him.
As my career progressed, things did settle down for awhile. I had finished up school and at that point we had moved to my first duty station, he was still drinking, but not as often and did start working again part time and I had started becoming more relaxed. I met the division I would be working with and I loved them all. They were the first real experience I had ever had with stability and it was something I needed. I became more of a workaholic, volunteering to stay later to accomplish more tasks as we were shorthanded and I wanted to be more helpful to the division. Things had been going well for the most part, but I was still deep in denial about things he was doing. He had taken out credit cards without telling me and even took one out in my name without me knowing, I only found out after they called me to apologize for the card being late and that it was on the way. I was so shocked I didn't correct her and he maxed out all the cards. I still had no access to the account, but at this point I could text the bank to get the balance, but still didn't know where the money was going. He started to be more aggressive about intimacy and demanding more and more of me, and there were times where I'd wake up to him touching me or he would just wake me up for sex so I wasn't able to sleep much and I was tired all the time. I didn't say anything or try to stop him anymore because I felt like I deserved it for what I had done, and it was easier to give him what he wanted than to try to fight him or make him stop. I was afraid of what would happen if I ever said no.
After this point in time, we finally had an idea of when I was to be deployed and things began to ramp up. I was away from home more often, but it was still several months away from deployment and with the holidays coming up, we decided to go big that year and make thanksgiving dinner. A few days after thanksgiving, I wasn't feeling well and was experiencing abdominal pain, but with my PCOS symptoms I just figured my cycle was coming and was hitting me harder than usual, but he recognized that something was wrong and made me go to the hospital and I had emergency surgery for my appendix. I remember him wanting to take a picture of my stomach because 'I would never look the same again', all I could think about before that was how scared I was of the surgery and how long it would take for me to go back to work, but after that it made me feel even more ugly as it was one of the only things he ever really said he liked about me and I felt vain for worrying about the scars. The surgery didn't go as planned, and instead of the small incisions I was told I would have, I woke up to a massive scar right down the center on my abdomen. My appendix had been too close to bursting and they had to make a larger opening to remove it, and all I could remember was the blinding pain as they wheeled me back to my room where I was left alone with him. I did not receive any pain medication for several hours after and it was the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life. When they finally did give me something, it wasn't enough and I was put on Dilaudid to manage my pain. The second night of my week long stay, my husband was lying in bed with me and asked me for sex. I was in so much pain, all I could think about was how horrible I felt, and I said no to him for the first time in nearly two years. That I needed to get better first and I didn't think I could handle it with the pain I was in, but he kept touching me and begging, saying the Dilaudid would keep me from being in too much pain and I felt so scared that I said yes because every time before I had said no he took what he wanted anyway and I was afraid that he would hurt me. All I can remember doing was looking out the window and the night, watching the cars drive away on the the highway and the cars leaving the parking lot and as he pulled up my gown, and I pushed the button for more medicine, but it wasn't enough to stop the pain. I remember the visitors I had after, I remember my division getting me flowers and a get well soon card with so many kind words that I kept all this time and all I could do was push the button for more medicine, but it still hurt so much. I had to walk after and every day to keep clots from forming and to start recovering, but my pain never diminished and I was discharged from the hospital.
In the months that followed my pain changed and seemed like it was spreading, but it never stopped hurting, sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but others were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. He was still asking for sex and other favors, but with less frequency as he seemed more frustrated that I couldn't preform. Every time I had to, I was in so much pain I could not function at home or at work and it affected me very deeply. We tried getting help for my pain and to try and figure out what was going on, but all the doctors I saw accused me of drug seeking behaviors and wouldn't offer me any help or send me to someone who could help me. It got so bad that I started begging them for help and begging them not to give me anything until we knew what was wrong, all the while deployment was fast approaching and I was afraid that I would either miss the deployment, or that I would go, but still not know what was wrong and drag my division down. I became very depressed and started drinking as we made more appointments. I remember the 3rd or 4th time they sent me to gyno for my issues I had become so frustrated and angry that I laid everything out with the doctor, every single little thing I could think of I told them (all with the exception of my ex husbands treatment) and she didn't ask me any questions, she didn't ask me about the details of my many symptoms at this point, or try to understand how I was feeling. She instead asked me how my relationship was with my father was. All the while he was sitting in the room with us, the real cause to all my pain in aguish, just casually listening in, waiting to complain how I wasn't having enough sex with him as he did in most of the appointments and I became enraged. I defended my father, and I put my uniform back on and said I'd like to speak with another doctor and asked her directly how to file a report, not against my ex, but her for saying something so horrible about my Dad, the only man in my life I loved more than any other in the world. After I left I called to make another appointment as I couldn't see anyone else that day.
When I was finally sent to pain management, deployment was two months away and I was terrified. I wanted to go so badly because it meant I could get away from him, I could finally leave him and he would never be able to reach me so long as I was on the ship and safe with my division, but nothing worked out the way I had hoped for. I was told it was Fibromyalgia. That this condition was life long and there was no cure, that I'd not only be removed from the ship, but that I'd have to leave the military all together. I was devastated, and the little patience he did give me while we tried to get a diagnosis quickly disappeared. I was put on several different medications to manage my symptoms, but he continued to make me have sex, even when we were told not to so I could have a chance to let my body recover, and things got worse the more I pushed back. The medication was meant to help me sleep because my pain could be better managed if I slept better, but he would wake me up at night and hurt me, and it never stopped. One night, when I was on Ambien, I had gone to bed and I remember falling asleep next to him, but I woke up to him on top of me, inside me, it hurt so much and I was in so much pain and it was so dark I didn't recognize him. I tired to fight him off me, but the medicine was so strong I couldn't stop him and he pinned my arms down. I couldn't stop crying and he finally stopped. I can't remember if he finished or not because I fell back asleep crying and flaring up. He continued this kind of behavior for the months that followed and although he never went that far again, he did continue to make me have sex and continued to hurt me in my sleep to the point of waking me up, claiming he loved me too much to stop. I didn't feel safe enough to take Ambein anymore and eventually stopped it all together, I didn't sleep for 4 days after that. All of this was happening as I was removed from the ship and placed on limited duty orders to await my medical board, placed in therapy, physical therapy, and many other appointments and medication changes to try to get my symptoms under control, but things became harder for me to manage and my drinking only got worse. When I finally escaped him, with the help of my now husband, I stopped all treatments and medications to manage my symptoms. To this day I cannot bring myself to be in a hospital, doctor's office, or take anything other than the things I took as a teen because I know how they work and that I can defend myself when I take them.
I can't bring myself to write anymore tonight, but there were so many things that happened that it's too much for me to write it all down and while I know he did many terrible things, I also was not innocent and I broke my vows. I will never defend myself for cheating, I know it was wrong and to this day I punish myself for it, but I do not regret finally learning that sex was not something you take from someone you love, that it was not something that is forced on you, it's not supposed to hurt you. Rape is not a consequence for cheating, you might destroy your marriage, you might end a relationship or somehow work it all out and stay together, but you do not deserve to go through that even when you make such a terrible mistake. If they can do so many awful things and you stay with them, forgive them, and still try to make it work, why give them so much grace and not give yourself even the smallest amount? You are a human being who is deserving of love and dignity, you do not deserve abuse. If anyone reads this please know that if you feel alone, if you're in this situation still, know that I love you and that when you are free, things will get so much better for you I promise. You are worthy of love and your deserve better.

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have done this drive many years ago - all i really remember was that it was the major structuring event of a day.
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Google doesn't handle driving estimates well in the highlands - what is a realistic driving time, no stops (there will be stops and possibly detour to wick, but that can be accounted for separately)
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Hello, Came upon a really hard decision choosing the right car. I am a young guy that has never really “owned” a car. Only and old wagon and rented an S500 96’ coupe for the summer.
Decided that it’s time to purchase a comfortable and reliable vehicle. And in my budget these seem to be the best choices.
W204 (post-facelift) = 2012-2014. Around 10-12k€.
W211 (post-facelift) = 2006-2008. 4,5k€+
Was told that W211 is a roomier, more comfortable car with a better driving experience. However W204 is a more compact car with a more dynamic driving experience.
What could be the expenses of ownership for both of these models ? Which one is more reliable, cheaper to own and overall a better long term buy ? Leaning abit towards the W211 because the of the price difference.

28M asian nerd living in West coast. While being socially awkward outside of nerd/geek culture, I dress well and put a lot of emphasis for my date to feel respected and entertained as long as they're with me. That seems to be enough to be moderately successful in finding dates on Hinge so far.
I matched with a girl that checked pretty much all boxes of my preferences right out of the box (haha, get it?). She's nerdy, has drive towards her careers, takes a good care of herself and her friends. She seem to share a decent amount of hobbies with me as well, and is mildly exposed (and appreciates) to my ethnic background. There's a handful more, but that's already an amazing list of green flags that would get me very interested.
We texted a lot for a week or so (her schedule was legitimately packed), with a long call in the middle. We finally meet in person, and had an unquestionably the best date in my life. She holds conversations very well and is funny, and emanates positive vibe that makes me feel happy from just hearing it. And believe me when I say that the physical attraction was there - she was the prettiest girl I've ever went out with. I felt the spark flaring up everywhere (not literally, we're not in Michael Bay's movie).
We were both tipsy as we were bar hopping throughout the date, and I ended up what I usually do the best - being unforgivingly blunt. I've complimented her for basically everything I've said here, and how much feeling I've had for her over the last week leading up to the date. She seemed to have enjoyed the compliments (or perhaps at least polite enough for me to not notice if she felt uncomfortable), and we stayed together bantering for the entire night past midnight, and she offered me to her place to hang out more and smooch, but we were both tipsy and I didn't want to take advantage of her being intoxicated. I told her to ask for the same thing next time when she's sober, and instead offered her a good, passionate kiss. The date was magical, and had a crush on this woman unlike any I've had for last few years since I've started dating. It felt like she was the woman of my life and I will never get anyone better than her if I miss this chance.
But that's pretty much where the happiness ends for me. Throughout that weekend, we had a handful of texts which boiled down to:

• While she enjoyed the time and find me interesting, but her feeling is not in the same place as mine and felt it's best not to pursue a romantic relationship with me. She still offered to continue with a friendship.
• While I appreciated her respect and offer, she had too much of what I've sought out for and a non-romantic relationship with her will only make me miserable, and wanted to have one more chance and take a bit more time to get to know each other more.
• After she reflected, she currently felt scary to get serious and prefers to meet new people and take things slow.

While the conversation was respectful from her end, I could feel the distance she was putting by the end of it, and it absolutely left me broken for the next few days. To feel like there was a chance to finally connect with a woman of my life and to have that feeling immediately broken down took some time and therapy to let it sink in, and even after few weeks it still leaves me saddened whenever I think of it.
I've used online dating for over 2 years, and went out with enough girls to know not to put too much expectation at the start - or so I thought. I've given out all of my feeling right from the first date, and left me vanquished with a large crater in my heart. I'm sure life will move on and that crater will eventually be smoothened out, but it's a sad (and yet precious) memory that'll probably linger around for a long time.
/story
Deleting relevant posts from the past for her privacy.
Not really looking for an advice to salvage, as the ship has sailed weeks ago. I would appreciate some advices to move on, though.
TL;DR: Met a girl that felt like the woman of my life, had a great date, but it didn't work out and life will have to go on.

I understand it’s normal for babies to not sleep through the night for a while and I’m trying not to compare my baby to my friends baby but I’m struggling. My baby is nine months old and has never slept through the night. Her normal is a few wake ups, but right now since around eight months, she’s been waking every hour and it’s just miserable and not ending, my friends baby is older but he’s been sleeping through the night since I don’t know maybe four months. There’s a lot of factors and I know they’re different babies different people so I’m trying to not be upset by it but here’s the thing my friend has taken her son all over they’ve gone on vacations they do fun outings every day and that’s what I’m jealous of. I think the saddest part of not sleeping through the night is that I’m not sleeping through the night and therefore, I don’t have the energy and as much stamina to be doing as many fun things with my baby, I feel like I’m missing out on her whole first year in a way because we aren’t able to do as much. I just don’t have it in me a lot of the time I push myself and we do make an effort and those times are nice but if I’m being honest, some of those times are just they weren’t worth it they just make me feel worse cause I just already feel like garbage. It’s like when my fiancé is home on the weekend and we wanna do cute fun, family stuff half of the time it’s miserable or half of the time we don’t even attempt it because we’re just trying to catch up on sleep. Does anybody else feel like this? I’m sorry if there is no punctuation or this is weird I’m using voice to text. It’s just been making me sad recently and it’s a sadness that comes beyond sleep deprivation because again I can struggle through the sleep deprivation you know we don’t want to sleep train personally, and I feel like I can make it through all that but the true sadness is just not feeling like I have the time or energy or just capacity to take her all over and do really fun things and just enjoy life with her. I am just waiting to the point where I can really enjoy life with her and bring her with me and have a good time in. I understand as a mom I’m going to be tired from here on out but I’d like to be able to be tired and not deathly tired, sick tired unable tired. I know this probably also comes at a time where we’re going through some sleep regression but it’s not getting better and I’m starting to get depressed by it again which is what happens every sleep regression because she likes to hit every single one so far I’m sorry this is about a bit of a rant. I hope somebody reads this I would love advice or Ways that you cope with this or just solidarity, that other moms out there aren’t able to do as much fun stuff or meaningful stuff because they’re just so damn tired some days I don’t even feel like it’s safe for me to drive a vehicle with her in it it just makes me sad. I love her so much and I just want to enjoy life with her and I feel like I’m really struggling to do so, and I’m so sad by it I don’t have a lot of help. I have a lot of support and people that will listen and hear me but also due to breast-feeding I’m up with her all night because it’s her comfort and it’s what she wants. Dad tries to rock her and that does work a lot of the time and we’re working on it but overall she wants me. She needs me and I feel cruel denying her that, I feel like it’s my job to make this transition into the world as easy as possible and be her constant comfort and I’m willing to do that I’m willing to sacrifice a lot of my sleep so that she can be more comfortable at night but I hate that it’s compromising my day. I hate that I can’t be the best mom ever for her during the day. I just hope this gets better. Does anyone have any advice? Does anyone have ways they deal with this besides coffee lol coffee kind of doesn’t do shit anymore after a month of not sleeping…

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Simply a base model Jetta that I purchased new in 2016. I chose it because VW was giving out good deals at the time due to the emissions scandal. I never thought I’d end up liking this little car as much as I have.
75k miles in and it’s driving like a dream. Never been in the shop other than maintenance. My goal is to keep it to 150k (200k?) miles. Just got it detailed to remove the pet hair that was engrained into the carpets. The dog is going in my wife’s car for a while!
Even though it’s not fast, I have fun driving this car. If it was an automatic it would not be nearly as fun. It handles great around turns and windy roads.
Only issue is the check engine light won’t turn off due to an evap leak. My local mechanic just road tests it every year for inspection. I keep a diagnostic in the car and check it every so often to make sure another code doesn’t pop up. The dealer wants to start replacing parts that “might” be the problem. I’m good on that.
Taking it to my local guy for inspection in August. Planning on doing new filters and fluids, spark plugs and asking his opinion on changing the timing belt. Any suggestions are welcome.
Thanks for reading my VW Jetta story.

Hey all,
I have an '02 Accord I love and try desperately to keep alive (187k miles) - currently having an issue I'm having some trouble diagnosing online and wanted to consult the wizards here for input, I've only recently been learning about working on cars from teaching myself to fix issues as they come up with this one.
The symptoms are that when I start the car up in the morning it feels fine, but if I drive it somewhere and then leave in less than like 30 minutes, when I start the engine back up it idles very roughly and shakes the car for about 20-45 seconds. After that time it typically stops itself and goes back to normal, but if I get ahead of myself and apply gas while still shaking, it triggers check engine light and pulls codes P1399 and P0303 (random misfire and cylinder 3 misfire). Can still get it from point A to point B without worrying too much but obviously something's wrong and I don't want to case permanent damage ignoring the problem.
A few misc. issues with my car I'm aware of that may or may not have anything to do with this issue:
-I'm noticing oil leaking onto the engine just below the distributor, suspect a bad O-ring
-As far as I can tell my radiator is full but I have to periodically top off the coolant overflow tank back up to the min line. Might chalk this one up to my lack of knowledge but as far as I know this coolant shouldn't be going anywhere except the radiator or that tank, no clue where it's going if the radiator's full with no obvious leaks and no cracks in the overflow tank.
-Mechanic in January advised my air filter needs to be replaced, didn't do this at the time because I needed a different expensive repair and wanted to get back on the road as cheap as possible without failing inspection.
-Cruise control not working, tried several different switches from other junked Accords with no luck, fuse is fine so I think it's either a brake issue, electrical issue, or I've been unlucky enough to get 3 switches all broken.
What I've done so far:
-New spark plugs, no change.
-New spark plug wires in the mail, don't think this is the issue but replacing anyways because it's probably past time. If this is the problem I don't think engine would idle smooth in the morning.
-Planning to yoink the air control valve out to check for carbon buildup & clean today.
-Planning to replace the air filter today that the mechanic told me I needed to replace 4 months ago (hehe).
Would love to hear anyone's experience/suggestions/thoughts on if I'm looking in the right places or not. Wondering if carbon buildup in intake manifold may also be an issue based on the P1399 code but hoping to avoid pulling it out of my car if I don't have to. Any recommendations are appreciated!